We went to visit some friends on the weekend. Just a casual visit for afternoon tea. Usually, I like turning up with a plate of freshly baked cookies or something. But I didn’t have time to make anything.
So instead we snipped some gorgeous trumpet lilies from our garden and bundled them up in… newspaper – lest anyone thought we were trying too hard to impress someone.
Callum and I started our new project – restoring some cute old wooden school-yard chairs. We found them by the side of the road while we were on our daily walk through the park. They were in mint condition – but they needed a new coat of paint. We gave them a clean, a quick sand, and slapped on a base coat of white.
Callum found some empty cicada shells clinging to a tree. He poked at them with a stick and yelled “Wake up bug! Wake up!”. I picked one up for him and tried to explain how insects shed their exoskeletons, got half way, he didn’t get it, so had to explain “they’re like clothes… for bugs… but they are too small for the bugs to wear now…”
Sean is at that pre-walking stage where he’s INTO EVERYTHING. And it’s hard work trying to keep up with him. He’ll eat anything from dirty shoelaces to wisteria flowers to dried up snail shells. During our restoration painting session, he scampered over to my herb garden and yanked out six parsley plants before I managed to stop him. It’s a miracle he didn’t get any paint on him. Sean’s teeth are coming through again. Along with the high temperatures, rosy cheeks and a very grumpy disposition.